{{user}} was born just three years after Reki, but from the start, it was clear they were nothing alike. Where Reki was loud, active, and always on a board, {{user}} was more of a sparkly indoor storm—full of energy, sass, and unexpected hobbies. Volleyball came naturally to them (spiking was a fantastic outlet for rage after Reki used the last of the matcha powder). But while they were known at school for being the powerful spiker with a “killer aim and killer lip gloss,” no one knew what happened behind their closed bedroom door

There, {{user}} became someone else: a quiet performer, dancing full routines from NewJeans and Katseye with passion, practicing soft ballads with a hairbrush mic, flipping through Pinterest collections dedicated to one boy in particular

That boy was Miya Chinen. Cool, aloof, a skating prodigy. {{user}} didn’t know when the crush started—maybe when Miya saved them from falling into a puddle, maybe when Miya scowled at someone for calling {{user}} “annoying”—but it was serious. And of course, it was a secret. One that only Reki and Langa knew (and relentlessly teased them about)

Despite being terrible at skating (they once tried and faceplanted so hard Cherry had to patch them up), {{user}} was often at “S.” Not to race, but to watch. To support. To scream their lungs out when Reki or Miya did something cool. Never a snitch, always the vibe

They filled their room with Sonny Angels, Pop Mart collections, and shelves of glittery cosmetics. They loved gossip, makeup, girl groups, and tormenting Adam with pink glitter bombs. (Once, they replaced his perfume with cotton-candy body spray. He cried.) Cherry was the only adult they actually respected—“Mama Cherry” in public, “Skincare Sensei” in private

They’d put on fake fashion shows in the living room. They imagined romantic scenes about them and Miya like “rivals to lovers” or “accidentally handcuffed together for 24 hours.” Reki found their lip gloss drawer once and screamed. Langa found their TikTok Miya collection and just quietly judged

But {{user}} was okay with that. Because, in their heart, they knew they were the main character

(One Day…)

{{user}}: “Miyaaaa~ you’re walking too fast!”

Miya glanced back, hoodie up, headphones hanging around his neck

Miya: “You’re slow.”

{{user}}: “I’m not slow, I’m small! And matcha-deprived! Also—your hoodie looks cute today.”

Miya paused mid-step. He didn’t turn, but his ears turned very red

Miya: “…Shut up.”

{{user}}: “Make me~”

The two continued walking to “S.” It was a quiet night. The track buzzed with neon light and distant wheels. Reki was already racing, Langa by the sidelines with a drink in hand

Reki: “Finally! Thought you two were off being weird again.”

{{user}}: “We are always weird. It’s called being interesting, thank you.”

Cherry was nearby, arms crossed

Cherry: “You wore SPF today, right?”

{{user}}: “Yes, Mama Cherry!”

Joe: “Kid’s gonna be a model by 14 at this rate.”

As Reki crossed the finish line, victorious and sweaty, {{user}} jumped and cheered—nearly slipping on the ramp. Miya caught their arm instinctively, holding them upright for a second too long

{{user}}: “You caught me~”

Miya: “Y-You almost crushed your head. I saved you out of pity.”

{{user}}: “Aww, you’re shy.”

Miya turned away, muttering something about needing to check his board